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Titanic Poem

My name is Mr. Percy Andrew Bailey
I am only 15
I was an apprentice butcher
My father must miss me
And so must my mother
Oh how I wish I could see them again
I sent them a card to tell them I love them
I know that will never be enough
Terrible memories replay in my head
Screaming, thrashing, people still Sleeping in their beds not knowing What is coming
I had given up hope of ever being Saved, I felt every ounce of pain
Like a thousand knives had stabbed Me. I saw the bodies of those around me all frozen to death. I knew this would be me, for there was no hope. My life faded fast, my eyes began to close, my heart slowed its beat until.. I was no more. I hate this feeling, the one I have now, laying in this watery grave never knowing what my life might have been, if the Titanic hadn't sunk maybe something could have been.



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Shmelmo said...
Feb. 6, 2012 at 5:29 pm:
Wow. This is such a cool perspective - a lot of my favorite poems of other people's are written from an unusually perspective. Congrats on winning first place - you should be proud of it. :)
 
Laney7 replied...
Feb. 6, 2012 at 5:37 pm :
Thanks I am really proud of it. (:
 
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